It is astonishing what a difference that little circumstance makes in our views of things in general.

I remember when the bank in which Squills had incautiously left L1000 broke, one remarkably healthy year, that he became a great alarmist, and said that the country was on the verge of ruin; whereas you see now, when, thanks to a long succession of sickly seasons, he has a surplus capital to risk in the Great Western, he is firmly persuaded that England was never in so prosperous a condition." MR.

SQUILLS (rather sullenly).--"Pooh, pooh." MR.

CAXTON.--"Write a book, my son,--write a book.

Need I tell you that Money or Moneta, according to Hyginus, was the mother of the Muses?
Write a book." BLANCHE and my MOTHER (in full chorus).--"O yes, Sisty, a book! a book! you must write a book." "I am sure," quoth my Uncle Roland, slamming down the volume he had just concluded, "he could write a devilish deal better book than this; and how I come to read such trash night after night is more than I could possibly explain to the satisfaction of any intelligent jury, if I were put into a witness-box, and examined in the mildest manner by my own counsel." MR.